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A SONG FOR THE STRICKEN SOUL.
Hj Rev. K. E. Steele.
My Saviour drank the bitter cup
Of snrrnw woo and nnln.
And on the cross was lifted up,
A crown for me to gain.
O love divine! O grace so free!
My Saviour drank that cup for me.
Alone He walked the weary path,
Alone to Calvary;
Alone endured God's righteous wrath,
And suffered death for me.
O love divine! O grace so free!
My Saviour died .that death for me.
But, when I walk the darksome road,
And human helpers flee,
I'm not alone; my heavy load
The Saviour bears for me.
O love divine! O grace so free!
My Saviour always comforts me.
And, when my soul is stricken sore,
And from my lot I shrink,
I'll view the cross my Saviour bore,
The cup He had to drink.
O love divine! O grace so free!
There's "fellowship with Christ" fjr mc
Spencer, N. C. ?C. B. World.
BE KIND TO THE LIVING.
BY E. P. MARVIN.
If we all would think and feel, speak and act,
as kindly and lovingly in everyday life as we do
at funerals, what a heaven we should have on
earth. If we only could appreciate each other as
fully in life as in death how much the aggregate
of human misery would be diminished and the
sum of human happiness increased. But, alas!
how much kindness comes too late, in funeral
eulogies and cemetery scenes.
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jt\. nusuanu weeps, uruaeii-iiearieu, over me
lifeless form of his wife, breathes out the most
ardent tones of affection, showers his kisses on
unanswering clay, covex*s the casket with flowers
and keeps her grave green and bright when it is
too often whispered that he was not always thus
considerate, affectionate and kind while she lived.
This post-mortem kindness comes too late. It
is a poor compensation for former neglects.
After the eye is closed, the ear cold and the
heart still in death, how vain are all kind offices.
But, O, if these flowers, kisses, and kindnesses
could have been strewn along the pathway of life
instead of along the pathway of death, how
KiMOflxf onel -irv*r4'ul nxwvlil fliof nof hnrou liairn Knon
>'i i^in uiiu juj mi iiu^ui mat |;?in n aj nave uveu.
The kind things yon intend to say and do, say
and do them now.
A husband carefully and tenderly placed a
tiower in the pale, still hand of his dead wife,
when some one remarked, "that is the first flower
he ever gave her."
"You would better buy a small bouquet,
To give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of rases white and red,
To put on his casket when he is dead."
The living and not the dead need our kindness.
Let us break our alabaster boxes among the liv:
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ujg, ana mus maKe mem nappier ana oetier. Jjet
us appreciate our friends and kindred while they
are with us, and not leave this for funeral eulogies
and cemetery scenes. Let us show at lea3t
as much appreciation and kindness in the city of
the living as we do in the city of the dead. A
darling-little girl approached the lifeless form of
hef grandfather, and taking his cold hand, exclaimed,
"Dear grandpa, you know I was always
good to you while you lived." It is worth
more than a world to say that to our departed
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friends. No fulsome praise of the dead can brinjj
sucn comfort as that.
A wife parted with her husbaud at the cottage
door in the morning with a little unkindness. He
offered a kiss of reconciliation, but she refused it.
lie was brought home dead at noon. She threw
up her arms and exclaimed with frantic grief,
'' O, if 1 had only spoken as I should when he
left me this morning!"
Let the law of love and kindness reign perpetually
in our hearts and on our tongues. Let no
appreciation and kindness come too late. Let
wedded souls be always true and kind to the
utmost. Keep sweet and sweeten others. Impart
your kind thoughts, words and deeds now to the
living. This will make a happy home, a peace
fill church and a better world. Oh, friends, I
pray to-night,
Keep not your kisses for my dead cold brow,
The way is lonely, let me feel them now,
Think gently of me; I am travel-worn,
My faltering feet, are pierced with many a
thorn.
Forgive, O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead;
When dreamless rest is mine, I shall not need
The tenderness for which I long to-night.?The
Presbyterian.
TARTAN.
Tartan, known as plaid in the United States,
is the dress formerly worn by the Highlander*
Each clan had a tartan distinct from all others,
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uy a uuiereiice iu colors.
The Gordons, for instance, have a combination
of yellow stripes, blue, black and green bars; the
Davidsons, red, black and blue stripes and green
bars. There were as many tartans as there were
clans, and at the present day between two and
three hundred are recorded.
An exchange gives the following history of the
tartan:
The tartan was doubtless an outcome of the
conditions when war was the regular business
of Highlanders, and when a distinctive dress
and colorings in harmony with the vegetation
and shrub growth of the country was a protection
of the clansman. An examination of any
tartan will show how well it is adapted to concealment
in heather or ferns. Sir Walter Scott
puts, with characteristic beauty, this fact before
us in "The Lady of the Lake:"
"Scarce to be known by curious eye
From the deep heather where they lie,
So well was matched the tartan screen
With heath-bell dark and brackens green."
The chiefs of the clans usually had two or
more separate tartans, one for everyday wear,
one for hunting, one for full dress. A Highlander
in full dress wears for a kilt the dress tartan
of his clan, a low-cut vest and a short black coat,
something like a Tuxedo. The dress tartan is in
bright colorings. The tartan which is most generally
seen is the Stewart, because it was the
dress of the old royal house of Scotland. There
are very few large dry goods stores in the United
States in which some form of the Stewart tartans
cannot be found, but the Stewart Royal
and Dress Stewart are the most common.
The question is often asked, is the Highland
dress worn now in Scotland? Not as an everyday
costume, except sometimes by hoys, gamekeepers,
and shepherds, and the hereditary chiefs
of the clans. Ties of tartan are popular and
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ladies often wear tartan skirts. On parlor floors,
too, one occasionally sees a rug of the family
elan tartan. The kilts are still worn by several
Highland regiments.
A plaid in Scotland is a rectangular wrap or
shawl, which is often but not necessarily so, of
tartan. Doubtless the name plaid for tartan in
itie united States originated in the fact that
nearly all Scotch plaids were made of some kind
of tartan. The word plaid in Scotland is pronounced
plade.?Ex.
"IT COSTS ONIY?"
A young lady one day went to her pastor and
placed on his desk a brass box. A card was
pasted on the lid, bearing the inscription, "It
costs
She asked him to open the box; he found it filled
with greenbacks, and when he counted them,
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i lie result was ij>3UU.UU.
Thereupon she told him to take the whole pile
of notes and spend it all for the objects of
charity. He looked at her wonderingly, for he
knew her family which, although wealthy, was
not known for being charitably inclined.
The young lady answered his silent question
this way, "I like to go shopping and to look
at nice things. Father provides me with plenty
of pin-money, and I may spend as much as I
please. Up to last Christmas I never left a
store without having bought something. Bargain
sales were a specialty, as it is with many other
well-to-do people. The legend, 'This article costs
only $ to-day,' had a particular attraction
for me. Last Christmas, however, I do not
know what on a sudden moved me to say to myself,
'You are foolish, my dear, to spend your
money for things you really do not need. There
is a better way to get rid of your dollars; give
them to those who are poor and needy.' When I
got home, I emptied my purse into this box and
fastened that card on it. And from that day on
until now I put my shopping money into the box
before I went down-town. I still look at the
things in the show-windows, but the desire to buy
them has gone. I am glad to know of a better
way to spend money. Now let me have my box
again; 1 shall bring it to you from time to
time."
She is doing it, for she is tasting the sweetness
of charity.? The Lutheran Witness.
WHY SHE WAS POPULAR.
She was a very ordinary woman. She was not
beautiful to look upon. In fact, she was very
homely and people wondered why she was so
charming to so many. At first sight no one admired
her, because of the coarseness of her features
and the awkwardness of manner, but after
becoming acquainted with her she was loved by
all.
This woman was an exceptional one in many
ways. She showed no evidence of very great wit,
neither did she possess an unusual education.
She was not wealthy. She cared very little for
society, yet she was very popular. She was
sought after by everyone in her community, and
invited to all social functions because her company
was so much to be desired. Someone, in
astonishment, once said of her: "Why is that
homely woman so popular? Why do the people
think so much of her? Why does everyone seem
to love her so much?"
This person didn't know her. He had never
investigated the secret of her popularity. Had
he so done he would probably have found that
her life was dominated by acts of kindness to
others; that she fived on the sunny side of life
and carried sunshine with her wherever she
went; that she would say only pleasant things;
that she would not repeat ill-natured remarks,
remarks likely to make others unhappy; that she
was always quick to do a kindness and slow to